Chapter Six: Where The Sea Meets The Land
Floch was still lost in the heat of Bria's embrace, her lips moving passionately against
his as she kissed him with an intensity that left him breathless. Her hands roamed his
chest, tracing the curves of his muscles as she pressed herself closer, completely
absorbed in the moment. Floch, caught between disbelief and desire, didn't pull away.
His mind was racing, but his body was responding to her every touch, every kiss. It was
as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them, and nothing else existed beyond
the feel of her lips on his.
The other scouts, still reeling from the sheer audacity of what was happening, watched
in stunned silence. But before anyone could intervene or make sense of it, more
movement stirred in the water.
Luna, standing near Eren, noticed the shift first. She turned her head slightly, her eyes
soft but knowing as she watched the other sirens begin to emerge from the sea. Her
calm, almost regal demeanor remained intact as the others slowly followed her lead,
stepping onto the shore one by one.
"Eren," Luna said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of something unspoken. "It
begins."
Eren turned to her, his green eyes still holding that quiet intensity as he nodded. "So, it's
time?"
Luna smiled faintly, a knowing look in her eyes. "Yes. My sisters have been patient.
Now, they wish to meet the ones they've chosen."
As if on cue, the golden-haired siren was the first to step forward from the water. Her
long, golden hair shimmered under the morning light, cascading down her back like
liquid sunlight. Her amber eyes, bold and confident, locked onto Jean almost
immediately. There was no hesitation in her movements—only purpose. She walked
with a sensual grace, every step deliberate, her gaze fixed on Jean as she approached
him.
Jean blinked in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as she came to a stop in front
of him. He had no idea what to say. His usual sarcastic wit had completely abandoned
him in the face of this radiant siren, and he was left standing there, dumbstruck.
The golden-haired siren tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a playful smile as
she looked him up and down. "You're Jean, aren't you?" she asked, her voice like warm
honey. "I've been watching you for some time."
Jean managed to nod, though his voice came out a little weaker than he intended.
"Y-Yeah… that's me."
Her smile widened. "I'm Solara," she said, her voice soft but full of confidence. "And I
think we're going to get along very well."
Not far from them, another siren emerged from the water—Caspia, with her bright
orange hair and mischievous grin. She was bustier than the others, her body moving
with a playful energy that was impossible to ignore. Her eyes sparkled with excitement
as she zeroed in on Connie, her gaze locking onto him with an undeniable sense of
amusement.
"Hey there," Caspia said, her grin widening as she walked up to him, her hips swaying
with every step. "You must be Connie. I've been waiting to meet you."
Connie blinked, glancing around as if expecting this to be some kind of joke. "Uh…
yeah. That's me."
Caspia laughed, her voice full of warmth as she moved closer, leaning in just enough for
her orange hair to brush against his shoulder. "You're even more fun to watch up close."
Connie's face flushed as he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Fun to watch?
What, like, when I was eating lunch or something?"
Caspia grinned even wider. "Something like that."
The teal-haired siren, quiet and shy, was the next to come ashore. Her wavy teal hair
cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her large, soulful eyes blinked as she
gazed at Bertholdt from a distance. She moved carefully, almost hesitantly, as if testing
the waters before making her approach. But when her gaze met Bertholdt's, something
seemed to shift in her. She straightened her posture and walked forward with newfound
confidence.
Bertholdt, towering as always but with a soft, nervous energy, watched as Sera came
closer. He could feel the weight of her gaze, but there was something gentle about
it—something that made him feel a strange sense of calm. When she finally reached
him, she stopped, her teal eyes wide and searching.
"I'm Sera," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been waiting for
you."
Bertholdt swallowed hard, his nerves getting the better of him. "I—um, I'm Bertholdt."
Sera smiled softly, her eyes lighting up. "I know."
Reiner, who had been watching the others in silence, was next. His gaze shifted as
another siren emerged, with her fiery red curls and petite frame. She was smaller than
the others, but there was nothing shy about her. Her presence was bold, her confidence
palpable as she sauntered toward Reiner, her red eyes blazing with intensity.
Reiner's breath caught in his throat as she approached, her gaze locking onto his with a
fierce determination that matched his own intensity.
"Reiner," she said simply, her voice filled with fire. "I'm Rue. And you're mine."
Reiner blinked, stunned by her straightforwardness. He had faced Titans, enemies, and
countless battles, but Rue's unwavering gaze and confidence were something else
entirely. He nodded slowly, unsure of what else to say. Rue didn't wait for him to
respond—she already knew what she wanted.
And finally, Melody emerged from the water. Her sky-blue hair fell in soft, delicate curls
around her shoulders, and her shy, hesitant demeanor was unmistakable. She moved
with quiet grace, her eyes downcast as she walked toward Armin. When she reached
him, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I'm Melody," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I… I've been watching you."
Armin, always thoughtful, offered her a kind smile. "I'm Armin. It's nice to meet you."
Melody's cheeks flushed pink as she nodded, her fingers playing with a strand of her
blue hair. "I've been waiting for this."
Armin's gentle nature seemed to put her at ease, and the two of them stood quietly
together, their connection forming slowly but surely.
But while all this was happening, one siren had yet to emerge fully from the water.
The lavender-haired siren who had been eyeing Levi from the start, remained mostly
submerged, her eyes the only part of her visible above the surface. Her iridescent gaze
was fixed on Levi, studying him with a quiet intensity that was both flirty and calculating.
Levi, standing a bit further back from the group, narrowed his eyes at her, clearly
unimpressed by the theatrics. He wasn't one to fall for showy displays of beauty, and he
had no patience for games. He crossed his arms, waiting for her to make her move, but
she simply remained in the water, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Then, Levi heard it—a soft, melodic giggle that seemed to float through the air. He
couldn't see her mouth, but he knew she was laughing. Her eyes were dancing with
amusement, the light in them brighter as she continued to size him up.
Levi's brow furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "What's so funny?" he muttered
under his breath, though he wasn't sure if she could hear him.
But she didn't respond. Instead, she continued to observe him, her flirty gaze never
wavering. She was patient, waiting for the right moment. Unlike the others, she wasn't in
a rush. She had spent her entire life being admired for her beauty, but that wasn't what
she wanted. She was used to men fawning over her, obsessed with her appearance.
She was looking for something different—someone who wouldn't be so easily swayed
by her looks.
And in Levi, she had found exactly what she was looking for.
The tension in the air thickened as the scouts tried to make sense of everything that
was happening. Their lives, once dominated by the threat of Titans, were now entangled
with something far more personal—something they couldn't fight with swords or
strategy.
…
Two hoursr had passed and each of the sirens had made themselves known, to their
prospective mates but one had remained elusive, the lavender-haired siren who had
been watching Levi with a playful, almost challenging gaze since the very beginning.
The tension between her and Levi had been thick from the moment she set her eyes on
him. But she still hadn't fully emerged like the others, choosing instead to stay just
below the surface, her striking lavender eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched
him, testing his patience. But now, something had shifted. The moment had arrived.
As if sensing it, the water near Levi began to ripple, and the sound of the
lavender-haired siren's soft, melodic laughter reached his ears again, teasing him.
Levi's sharp eyes narrowed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he waited for her
next move. He wasn't easily impressed, and certainly not easily charmed, but there was
something about this siren's gaze—something that set her apart from the others.
Finally, the water stirred, and she began to rise.
The lavender hue of her hair shimmered under the sunlight, catching the eyes of
everyone on the beach. Her iridescent locks clung to her bare shoulders as she stepped
out of the water, her movements impossibly graceful, like she was floating. Her beauty
was undeniable, even for a group of people used to seeing extraordinary things. She
wasn't just beautiful—she was mesmerizing and she stood out, even amongst the other
beautiful sirens. Her delicate features, framed by her cascading lavender curls, looked
almost too perfect, her large eyes glowing like gemstones as she surveyed the scene
before her.
The moment she fully revealed herself, all attention was drawn to her. Even the other
sirens seemed to pause for a moment, as if acknowledging her entrance. She moved
with the same elegance as Luna, but there was something playful, almost mischievous,
in the way she carried herself. Her body, curvaceous yet slender, seemed to glide as
she stepped onto the sand, her legs appearing as the last remnants of her shimmering
tail vanished. Her skin, glowing faintly under the morning light, was smooth and
flawless, like the surface of the sea itself.
But it was her eyes, those captivating iridescent lavender eyes, that held Levi's
attention. Unlike the other sirens who had been eager to claim their chosen mates, this
lavender-haired one had been studying him carefully, watching him with a quiet intensity
that had both intrigued and annoyed him.
Now, as she stood before him, she finally spoke.
"You must be Levi." She said, her voice soft and melodic, but carrying an undertone of
certainty. There was a smile playing on her lips, a flirtatious glint in her eyes as she
looked him up and down. "My name is Aria."
Levi, unimpressed by the theatrics, raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. He
remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed on her as if assessing her every move. He didn't
care for displays of beauty, especially not in moments like this, and he certainly wasn't
going to be easily swayed by her charm.
Aria, clearly unfazed by his cold demeanor, took another step forward, the sand soft
beneath her bare feet. "You're not like the others," she said, tilting her head slightly as
she examined him. "Most men can't take their eyes off me. But you… you haven't
looked at me the way they do."
Levi's eyes narrowed. "Is that a problem?"
Aria's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "No," she said, her tone
playful. "It's intriguing."
She let her gaze linger on him, taking her time as she circled him slowly, her
movements graceful, fluid, like she was still in the water. Levi stayed still, watching her
out of the corner of his eye, his expression unwavering.
"I've been hunted all my life," Aria continued, her voice dropping slightly, the playfulness
in her tone softening. "Men have always chased after me, obsessed with my looks,
wanting to possess me." She stopped in front of him again, her eyes searching his face.
"But I'm not looking for someone to worship me. I need someone who can see past all
of this," she gestured to herself with a delicate hand, "and recognize my strength.
Someone who won't be blinded by what they see."
Levi's gaze met hers, and for the first time, there was a flicker of something in his
eyes—something that told Aria she had his attention now.
"I've been watching you," she said quietly, her voice losing its teasing edge. "And I think
you're different. You don't care about my beauty, do you? You're not impressed."
Levi's expression remained impassive, but his silence spoke volumes. She was
right—he wasn't impressed, not by beauty alone. He had seen too much, fought too
many battles, to be swayed by appearances. What mattered to him was strength,
loyalty, and capability.
Aria smiled again, this time softer, less playful. "That's why I chose you, Levi. I don't
want someone who will bow to me. I want someone who will stand by my side,
someone who can see me for who I really am."
Levi studied her for a long moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he considered
her words. He wasn't one to trust easily, and certainly not someone who had only just
stepped onto the shore. But there was something in Aria's gaze that was different from
the others—something deeper. She wasn't here to play games. She was serious.
"I don't bow to anyone," Levi finally said, his voice low and firm. "And I don't chase after
people."
Aria's smile returned, a slow, satisfied grin that seemed to light up her entire face.
"Good," she said, her voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Because I'm not looking for
someone to chase me. I'm looking for a partner."
Levi's gaze softened, just for a moment, as he looked at her. She was bold, confident,
but there was no arrogance in her words. She was challenging him, testing him, but
there was a quiet respect behind it.
Aria took one final step forward, close enough now that Levi could feel the warmth of
her presence. She didn't touch him, didn't reach out, but her lavender eyes held his,
locking him in place with their intensity.
"I'm looking forward to this, Levi," she said, her voice soft but steady. "And I think you
and I have something in common."
Levi didn't respond immediately. He held her gaze for a long moment, weighing her
words carefully. Then, with a slight nod, he spoke, his voice as steady as hers. "We'll
see."
The tension between them lingered in the air, thick and unspoken, as the rest of the
scouts looked on in silence. Aria had finally made her move, and now it was up to Levi
to decide what came next.
But one thing was certain—Aria wasn't going anywhere. She had chosen him, and she
wasn't the type to back down.